Here's the thing about me and hateshitting: My anger doesn't run hot, it runs cold. You piss me off, or get in my face, or step up, I go icy. I won't come at you with an axe, I'll come at you with a scalpel. Any violent exuberance, I leave on my drumset. What most FUCKOS are gonna get is more withering critique than spittle-drenched rage. I can see the monkey wearing the man-suit, and I know what buttons to push, and I know how to hide my own buttons. You have to toy with them a bit, get them wound up, and then all it takes is a slight push, and they're ready to explode, and then you show them a bit of HORRIBLE TRUTH, and it's all over. And I laugh.
So, in truth, I don't shit my hate, I make other people shit themselves.
I can see the appeal to your method, LMNO, but it wouldn't work for me.
If I don't completely lose my shit at least once a week, I get all crazy.
"Any man who never gets carried away should be."
- Oscar Wilde
I can totally relate. I'm way to cool to let some stinking fucking primates make me lose my shit. I hate them but it's more a kind of laugh at their misfortunes thing than a high blood pressure trip. I've rarely ever come across a human that affects me enough for me to get wound up about. At worst they physically attack me which can be fun. More often they try to fuck me over, steal my shit or just plain make me feel bad, so I laugh at them until they either attack or fuck off with their tails between their legs. One day I'll drive one to suicide. That's totally on my bucket list. :evil:
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on September 12, 2011, 10:03:43 PM
Here's the thing about me and hateshitting: My anger doesn't run hot, it runs cold. You piss me off, or get in my face, or step up, I go icy. I won't come at you with an axe, I'll come at you with a scalpel. Any violent exuberance, I leave on my drumset. What most FUCKOS are gonna get is more withering critique than spittle-drenched rage. I can see the monkey wearing the man-suit, and I know what buttons to push, and I know how to hide my own buttons. You have to toy with them a bit, get them wound up, and then all it takes is a slight push, and they're ready to explode, and then you show them a bit of HORRIBLE TRUTH, and it's all over. And I laugh.
So, in truth, I don't shit my hate, I make other people shit themselves.
I envy this ability. I would love to be able to do this with everyone who pisses me off. With me, results vary. A lot of it depends on who they are and how much I care about them. If, for example, it's family - I'm guaranteed to lose my shit in 3...2...1
If it's an acquaintance, on the other hand, it's much easier to keep my cool and push their buttons instead.
I like your bucket list, btw, P3nt.
In truth, I suspect that I'm mildly sociopathic. I had no emotional reaction to 9/11, and only a slight tremor when my dad died. Mrs LMNO got concerned about that last one.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on September 13, 2011, 04:29:33 AM
In truth, I suspect that I'm mildly sociopathic. I had no emotional reaction to 9/11, and only a slight tremor when my dad died. Mrs LMNO got concerned about that last one.
If you are, then I probably am too. I think, more likely, some of us just have a lower operating temperature and a higher specific heat.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on September 13, 2011, 04:29:33 AM
In truth, I suspect that I'm mildly sociopathic. I had no emotional reaction to 9/11, and only a slight tremor when my dad died. Mrs LMNO got concerned about that last one.
That's actually fairly normal. Many people delay their grief for months or sometimes years.
I'm with you LMNO. Hateshitting isn't my thing. My emotional boat is pretty hard to rock. Working up a good froth doesn't make me feel better, it just gets me all wound up and frustrated. In my day to day life, I generally don't feel a lot of rage. Somebody cuts me off in traffic or something, I think to myself "douchebag", but I'm calm again in 30 seconds. If somebody really deserves my wrath, I find ways to exact revenge, but I rarely fly off the handle or lose my shit. If I hateshit, I have to force it, and I think you can prolapse that way.
Quote from: Cramulus on September 13, 2011, 02:34:37 PM
I'm with you LMNO. Hateshitting isn't my thing. My emotional boat is pretty hard to rock. Working up a good froth doesn't make me feel better, it just gets me all wound up and frustrated. In my day to day life, I generally don't feel a lot of rage. Somebody cuts me off in traffic or something, I think to myself "douchebag", but I'm calm again in 30 seconds. If somebody really deserves my wrath, I find ways to exact revenge, but I rarely fly off the handle or lose my shit. If I hateshit, I have to force it, and I think you can prolapse that way.
See, I'm exactly the opposite. When shit really goes down, I'm calm. When some random, meaningless asshole does something stupid, I am filled with rage. Considering the density of stupidity around me, it is hardly surprising that I am constantly on the boil.
Another thing, writing is very circuit III with me, so it's really hard for me to get overly emotional when I type. Even in my darker/more violent pieces, I'm in a very frontal-lobe place when I'm writing it. The RAAAAAAAGE! type of ranting I love from Dok/Richter et al doesn't come easily to me.
Takes real anger to get a decent rant out, for me... enough rage to get me past the tears safety valve. That's pretty damn rare.
When I rant, either online or IRL I'm playing a character, I'm putting on a performance. I'm trying to imitate Bill Hicks or Denis Leary. I may even look like I'm losing my shit but it's really just an act to make people laugh and also to make them realise the absurdity of some shit. Thing is, I worked out years ago that the single biggest threat to my continued existence is myself and, when that's where you're coming from, it's pretty hard to rattle your cage. In fact the only time my pulse rate and/or blood pressure reaches dangerous levels tends to be when I've gone and done something absurdly dangerous and it's gone tits and I'm frantically trying to avoid agricultural purchase.
So yeah, most of my 'rage' is somewhere between roleplay and standup
I run cold, too, usually. I don't loose it, I critique the fuck out of someone as a person until they cry (only happened twice, but hey).
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Quote from: Cramulus on September 13, 2011, 02:34:37 PM
I'm with you LMNO. Hateshitting isn't my thing. My emotional boat is pretty hard to rock. Working up a good froth doesn't make me feel better, it just gets me all wound up and frustrated. In my day to day life, I generally don't feel a lot of rage. Somebody cuts me off in traffic or something, I think to myself "douchebag", but I'm calm again in 30 seconds. If somebody really deserves my wrath, I find ways to exact revenge, but I rarely fly off the handle or lose my shit. If I hateshit, I have to force it, and I think you can prolapse that way.
See, I'm exactly the opposite. When shit really goes down, I'm calm. When some random, meaningless asshole does something stupid, I am filled with rage. Considering the density of stupidity around me, it is hardly surprising that I am constantly on the boil.
That is how I am, but I CANNOT FOR THE FUCKING LIFE OF ME BUILD UP ENOUGH FUCKING RAGE TO SHIT IT OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!